Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
The Names,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.